We often poison “those who take care of us” 

fooled into believing

We know what’s is best.

We render the ground free of weeds, 

 nature’s way of blessing earth.

We with our monochromatic golf course lawns,

Blind ourselves with ignorance

And kill the ones with powers to heal.

• .Thoughts on “Those who take care of us”. from Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer 

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